i'll get home with my imagination
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baiacu for waking me up from a seriously strange dream. why do i always have to dream in amazing movie format and remember it all?
As all good head-fuck dreams go, it began in my room and I knew a few facts before anything actually kicked off. There was a man in my house, a good looking African-American guy, just shy of 6' and there was something strange about him. And by strange, I mean he was a zombie but he wasn't actually dead. Instead he had this single-minded obsession with violence and revenge. Vengeance, actually. That's what he keep repeating. And he was clever and terrifying and utterly calm.
And he had infected my family. They would all enter my room and He would tell me that they had something special planned for me and my mum and dad and brother all smirked and left me alone on my bed and i curled up in my duvet and kept my laptop music on and shook. Time passed and i think I drifted off a few more times, waking up to different songs with a start and then shaking again when i remembered. He opened the door at one point, only to a small degree so I couldn't get out the door if I decided to run and I kept my eyes open a fraction of a degree and twisted and grunted sleepily. And his eyes gleamed yellow and i was lost. And then, after that for a little bit, my mum would check on me and i would pretend to be asleep instead of having to look at what had been my mum.
She whispered something to me and i couldn't hear it over the blood pumping in my ears but i woke up again to the light in my room being switched on and a bag being thrown on the floor. People are in the house - my mum and my dad and my brother all come into my room, so does my uncle Noel (who lives in Germany) and a few random people I know. Mum tells me to pack up and I am lost.
"It was a ploy - pretty good, right?"
I gape, completely lost because my mum is standing in front of me, my real mum and not the vengeance obsessed woman from hours ago. "C'mon and hurry up - he's in the basement now and we don't have long to get out." (we don't have a basement). I fall out of bed and glance into the hallway and see a bunch of bags holding our lives all stacked on top of each other. I stutter and get all pissy at my mum - my family because they let me think they were dead. I thought I was alone. So I ended up having a real go at my mum because of this and i;m all disorientated and start throwing stuff into the bag thrown in front of me (grab my favourite t-shirts, books, photos nothing that is that practical) and the front door burst open. We all freeze and I watch everyone around me slip on wicked smiles and i am afraid again. Only for June and Libby, followed by Jenni to run up our hallway and into my room. Mum silences the girls before they speak and hustles us all into her room which is entirely empty now except for the wardrobes attached to the wall. No carpet, no bed, nothing.
We all gather around (it's dark outside and our lights are blinding) and I turn to the girls. "We came to see if..."
"Everyone you know acting weird?" They shoot each other looks (panicked, shocked, secret communication in the glances) and don't meet our eyes as they agree. I'm struck with pain now as i know their families, the people we know - all not themselves anymore
"We're getting out of here tonight but we need to go NOW." Mum growls and we start arguing, me hitting critical-mass-freaking-the-fuck-out point, me storming back into my room and hurling more things. Mum gets really annoyed at me but we do have to leave. We're all heading out the door, quietly, when June looks at me and Jules opens the door and I turn and run back and grab my laptop and harddrive and phone charger. Yes, seriously. Mum just gives me this look and dad laughs about "technology".
"Technology is serious business" I say as we head out the door but i'm smiling and Jules grins.
Everything changes.
there's a group of us, all around the same age have joined us. I keep freaking out at mum as we walk to just STEAL A FUCKING CAR AND DRIVE, like at every abandoned car we find. Soon we hit this small town and no one there is like us anymore. Except...they all look normal. Groups of people walking around smiling and laughing and drinking coffee and shopping and looking happy. We huddle close together as we shuffle along the area which is...there are no cars and there are pedestrians everywhere. And they're Them - and they know we're not. But they're nice to us and smile perfectly kindly and say hi as they walk past. We smile back and hide our shaking hands in each others.
I keep whispering about hopping into a car and just escaping. Mum ignores me.
We eventually wander down this road, all cobble-stoned and mum finally admits we're heading to a friend of hers that has a car dealership who'll give us a bunch of cars as long as we get him out of there too. We walk through an old market (and we walk through one hallway where we all have to walk single file and this shop has opened called "Bone Crusher" and all these torture impliments are hanging in the windows as well as grinding equipment and canvases. This photo of a baby, maybe 6 months old, stares out from the sepia'd photo, the background is blurred and its eyes are huge. A sign beside it read "So you don't forget that special first moment" and underneath it is a bloodied crowbar.)
So we wander down this little street all clinging to each other until the cobble stones fade away into dirt and the brick buildings turn into sketchy old huge greenhouses and fields. Some are still gardening places but the ones on our left side, all the windows are smashed so there are only empty bars and rusted, oldish cars dotted around the dirt lot. Mum stops us as we catch glances of a group of people huddled around a car outside the entrance to the lot (beside the main little building with an upstairs office) but it looks suspicious so we keep walking, knowing what they are and smile as we walk in.
Mum and dad and my uncles (another one has joined us) and brother all go searching for this guy without looking they're freaking out or panicking or trying to escape. Mum comes back and shakes her head. We've all wandered around and tried not to pay attention to the group outside the door watching us. I say, "there's a truck just outside the door, let's just jam a switchblade into the ignition and go!" We eventually leave only to be stopped at the door by the group.
They're all perfectly nice, perfect smiles and speak warmly. "You folks looking for someone?" Mum answers that we got a message to come here for a good deal on a truck and to catch up with an old friend but obviously he's gone home for the night. They express their apologies for having come so far to be disappointed. One guy, good looking and young and sort of muscley, smiles wider and says "Well why don't you come back with us? We'll get you some dinner, show you about the town? Seems an awful pity for you to go back the way you came."
"So you don't want to go back?" I say to him, raising an eyebrow and a blonde petite girl smiles back. "No, we're quite happy here. Why wouldn't we be? You should think about moving here, joining us."
"we're quite happy." Jules says, looking at her feet scuffling the dirt. "You sure?" says the guy and takes a step closer to us. I'd picked up a crowbar from the mess of parts and tools lying around and swing it at the guy's face. I feel it connect and we all run. Some of us (my mum, dad, brother, uncles and the girls) all head back towards the village and the truck, me and the ones who have joined us on the journey start running past the zombie!villager!group.
"It's stupid going down that way - there are wild folk down that way." The little blonde shouts but sounds utterly calm. We ignored them and tear on ahead, running into one of the garden-houses which is isanely big and slightly mazey. We go running along and keep catching sights of these men with tangles of dark hair and smeared with dirt and wild eyes and torn, ragged clothing running about the gardens. Occasionally we'll hear the cries of some of our bunch who got separated from us obviously fighting them and running and snarling obscenities.
We sort of meet up again - a bunch of us get trapped by a group our age and stand in a protective circle of each other. Except these kids, who know we're not infected or whatever, just seem fascinated and ask can they take pictures of us and ask us questions. I shrug, transferring the crowbar from one hand to another and one of the girl's smiles. Someone comes flying at me and leaps on my side and I catch a glimpse of the ink and dark hair before laughing.
"Frank Iero, craziest motherfucker in the west!" I laugh, shrugging him off my shoulder (he's about my age but has the Three Cheers hairstyle and his piercings). We stand together at the front and Frank cracks his knuckles and neck, eyeing the kids up. They look utterly non-plussed by this entry but fascinated and start asking questions. (how does it feel? what's a heartbeat like? how do you function without the searing of vengeance? strange questions) We answer but start hearding Our kids through this maze, these kids behind us as we wander on. Frank and I stay at the back as do the few people that have weapons, fielding questions and eyeing opportunities.
Frank and I catch each other's eyes as we wander around the dark green tangle of bushes and start 'catching up' by talking about people we've 'dealt with' before.
"Remember that guy-"
"-in Norfolk with the axe and one eye?"
"-Yeah, he escaped- oh and what about the boba guy-"
"-who had all those kids, shit yeah!"
"He's pregnant again."
"Ewww fuck! Oh fuck, you remember that slime girl from-"
"-Jersey who swallowed cynanide and didn't die?"
"-Well until you took a knife to her spinal cord."
"Yeah, still doesn't beat you, that guy from Lyons, the tennis racket and-"
"-the fire extinguisher! I can't believe you still call me about that!"
and on. The kids seem sort of entertained, sort of awed but not scared of us. We realise this and keep talking, witty banter and sharp edges at everyone we're with until Frank drops to the ground and I swing in a circle, smashing into the closest of Them to us. We run through the maze, Frank grinning at me and shouting back something about "zombie motherfuckers! three cheers for revenge!"
I tear around a corner and one of the crazy men runs past us before stopping, skidding around and coming back at us. He runs at me and i stop, turn and crush the heel of my palm into his face
and then Andy rings.
THAT TOOK ME HOURS TO WRITE UP AND SOME OF IT IS A LITTLE WRONG. BUT STILL
baiacu for waking me up from a seriously strange dream. why do i always have to dream in amazing movie format and remember it all? As all good head-fuck dreams go, it began in my room and I knew a few facts before anything actually kicked off. There was a man in my house, a good looking African-American guy, just shy of 6' and there was something strange about him. And by strange, I mean he was a zombie but he wasn't actually dead. Instead he had this single-minded obsession with violence and revenge. Vengeance, actually. That's what he keep repeating. And he was clever and terrifying and utterly calm.
And he had infected my family. They would all enter my room and He would tell me that they had something special planned for me and my mum and dad and brother all smirked and left me alone on my bed and i curled up in my duvet and kept my laptop music on and shook. Time passed and i think I drifted off a few more times, waking up to different songs with a start and then shaking again when i remembered. He opened the door at one point, only to a small degree so I couldn't get out the door if I decided to run and I kept my eyes open a fraction of a degree and twisted and grunted sleepily. And his eyes gleamed yellow and i was lost. And then, after that for a little bit, my mum would check on me and i would pretend to be asleep instead of having to look at what had been my mum.
She whispered something to me and i couldn't hear it over the blood pumping in my ears but i woke up again to the light in my room being switched on and a bag being thrown on the floor. People are in the house - my mum and my dad and my brother all come into my room, so does my uncle Noel (who lives in Germany) and a few random people I know. Mum tells me to pack up and I am lost.
"It was a ploy - pretty good, right?"
I gape, completely lost because my mum is standing in front of me, my real mum and not the vengeance obsessed woman from hours ago. "C'mon and hurry up - he's in the basement now and we don't have long to get out." (we don't have a basement). I fall out of bed and glance into the hallway and see a bunch of bags holding our lives all stacked on top of each other. I stutter and get all pissy at my mum - my family because they let me think they were dead. I thought I was alone. So I ended up having a real go at my mum because of this and i;m all disorientated and start throwing stuff into the bag thrown in front of me (grab my favourite t-shirts, books, photos nothing that is that practical) and the front door burst open. We all freeze and I watch everyone around me slip on wicked smiles and i am afraid again. Only for June and Libby, followed by Jenni to run up our hallway and into my room. Mum silences the girls before they speak and hustles us all into her room which is entirely empty now except for the wardrobes attached to the wall. No carpet, no bed, nothing.
We all gather around (it's dark outside and our lights are blinding) and I turn to the girls. "We came to see if..."
"Everyone you know acting weird?" They shoot each other looks (panicked, shocked, secret communication in the glances) and don't meet our eyes as they agree. I'm struck with pain now as i know their families, the people we know - all not themselves anymore
"We're getting out of here tonight but we need to go NOW." Mum growls and we start arguing, me hitting critical-mass-freaking-the-fuck-out point, me storming back into my room and hurling more things. Mum gets really annoyed at me but we do have to leave. We're all heading out the door, quietly, when June looks at me and Jules opens the door and I turn and run back and grab my laptop and harddrive and phone charger. Yes, seriously. Mum just gives me this look and dad laughs about "technology".
"Technology is serious business" I say as we head out the door but i'm smiling and Jules grins.
Everything changes.
there's a group of us, all around the same age have joined us. I keep freaking out at mum as we walk to just STEAL A FUCKING CAR AND DRIVE, like at every abandoned car we find. Soon we hit this small town and no one there is like us anymore. Except...they all look normal. Groups of people walking around smiling and laughing and drinking coffee and shopping and looking happy. We huddle close together as we shuffle along the area which is...there are no cars and there are pedestrians everywhere. And they're Them - and they know we're not. But they're nice to us and smile perfectly kindly and say hi as they walk past. We smile back and hide our shaking hands in each others.
I keep whispering about hopping into a car and just escaping. Mum ignores me.
We eventually wander down this road, all cobble-stoned and mum finally admits we're heading to a friend of hers that has a car dealership who'll give us a bunch of cars as long as we get him out of there too. We walk through an old market (and we walk through one hallway where we all have to walk single file and this shop has opened called "Bone Crusher" and all these torture impliments are hanging in the windows as well as grinding equipment and canvases. This photo of a baby, maybe 6 months old, stares out from the sepia'd photo, the background is blurred and its eyes are huge. A sign beside it read "So you don't forget that special first moment" and underneath it is a bloodied crowbar.)
So we wander down this little street all clinging to each other until the cobble stones fade away into dirt and the brick buildings turn into sketchy old huge greenhouses and fields. Some are still gardening places but the ones on our left side, all the windows are smashed so there are only empty bars and rusted, oldish cars dotted around the dirt lot. Mum stops us as we catch glances of a group of people huddled around a car outside the entrance to the lot (beside the main little building with an upstairs office) but it looks suspicious so we keep walking, knowing what they are and smile as we walk in.
Mum and dad and my uncles (another one has joined us) and brother all go searching for this guy without looking they're freaking out or panicking or trying to escape. Mum comes back and shakes her head. We've all wandered around and tried not to pay attention to the group outside the door watching us. I say, "there's a truck just outside the door, let's just jam a switchblade into the ignition and go!" We eventually leave only to be stopped at the door by the group.
They're all perfectly nice, perfect smiles and speak warmly. "You folks looking for someone?" Mum answers that we got a message to come here for a good deal on a truck and to catch up with an old friend but obviously he's gone home for the night. They express their apologies for having come so far to be disappointed. One guy, good looking and young and sort of muscley, smiles wider and says "Well why don't you come back with us? We'll get you some dinner, show you about the town? Seems an awful pity for you to go back the way you came."
"So you don't want to go back?" I say to him, raising an eyebrow and a blonde petite girl smiles back. "No, we're quite happy here. Why wouldn't we be? You should think about moving here, joining us."
"we're quite happy." Jules says, looking at her feet scuffling the dirt. "You sure?" says the guy and takes a step closer to us. I'd picked up a crowbar from the mess of parts and tools lying around and swing it at the guy's face. I feel it connect and we all run. Some of us (my mum, dad, brother, uncles and the girls) all head back towards the village and the truck, me and the ones who have joined us on the journey start running past the zombie!villager!group.
"It's stupid going down that way - there are wild folk down that way." The little blonde shouts but sounds utterly calm. We ignored them and tear on ahead, running into one of the garden-houses which is isanely big and slightly mazey. We go running along and keep catching sights of these men with tangles of dark hair and smeared with dirt and wild eyes and torn, ragged clothing running about the gardens. Occasionally we'll hear the cries of some of our bunch who got separated from us obviously fighting them and running and snarling obscenities.
We sort of meet up again - a bunch of us get trapped by a group our age and stand in a protective circle of each other. Except these kids, who know we're not infected or whatever, just seem fascinated and ask can they take pictures of us and ask us questions. I shrug, transferring the crowbar from one hand to another and one of the girl's smiles. Someone comes flying at me and leaps on my side and I catch a glimpse of the ink and dark hair before laughing.
"Frank Iero, craziest motherfucker in the west!" I laugh, shrugging him off my shoulder (he's about my age but has the Three Cheers hairstyle and his piercings). We stand together at the front and Frank cracks his knuckles and neck, eyeing the kids up. They look utterly non-plussed by this entry but fascinated and start asking questions. (how does it feel? what's a heartbeat like? how do you function without the searing of vengeance? strange questions) We answer but start hearding Our kids through this maze, these kids behind us as we wander on. Frank and I stay at the back as do the few people that have weapons, fielding questions and eyeing opportunities.
Frank and I catch each other's eyes as we wander around the dark green tangle of bushes and start 'catching up' by talking about people we've 'dealt with' before.
"Remember that guy-"
"-in Norfolk with the axe and one eye?"
"-Yeah, he escaped- oh and what about the boba guy-"
"-who had all those kids, shit yeah!"
"He's pregnant again."
"Ewww fuck! Oh fuck, you remember that slime girl from-"
"-Jersey who swallowed cynanide and didn't die?"
"-Well until you took a knife to her spinal cord."
"Yeah, still doesn't beat you, that guy from Lyons, the tennis racket and-"
"-the fire extinguisher! I can't believe you still call me about that!"
and on. The kids seem sort of entertained, sort of awed but not scared of us. We realise this and keep talking, witty banter and sharp edges at everyone we're with until Frank drops to the ground and I swing in a circle, smashing into the closest of Them to us. We run through the maze, Frank grinning at me and shouting back something about "zombie motherfuckers! three cheers for revenge!"
I tear around a corner and one of the crazy men runs past us before stopping, skidding around and coming back at us. He runs at me and i stop, turn and crush the heel of my palm into his face
and then Andy rings.
THAT TOOK ME HOURS TO WRITE UP AND SOME OF IT IS A LITTLE WRONG. BUT STILL
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Date: 2008-08-01 06:21 pm (UTC)8D WOW.
You were pretty bad-ass in that dream, I gotta say.
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Date: 2008-08-01 10:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-02 03:47 am (UTC)DO I SMELL WRITING PLOT? Or is that just the Chesapeake Bay again?